Proud to Be An American

I’m not going to go on and on in this post about how fabulous our trip to Washington DC was. Because really,who cares. As much as I try to read long blog posts—no matter how interesting—invariably I end up skimming the long paragraphs as I stare at the photos.   Instead I’ll try to concisely articulate my thoughts as I walked around the city

I was proud to be an American as I stared up at this giant statue memorializing this great man who saved the Union.

I was proud to be an American as I read just a few of these names…wondering how their loss affected their families. And grateful that my own Dad came home.

I was proud to be an American as I stood with hundreds of others in the rotunda of the Capital…thinking about the history that is still made in this building. E Pluribus Unum! (Truly my favorite tour.)

I was proud to be an American as I watched these soldiers guard the tomb of one who is unknown. There was also something poignant about walking around a graveyard in the spring and watching the blossoms and flowers come alive again. It reminded me of He who died so these soldiers (and all others)could live again.

I was proud to be an American as I taught my children about the significance of the Supreme Court building.

I was proud to be an American as I contemplated the freedom of expression we all enjoy as I passed this church just across the street from the Supreme Court.

I was proud to be an American as I walked around the now quiet fields of Gettysburg.
 
I was proud to share this all with my family. God Bless America!